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In my relatively short life of seventeen years I have been through a lot of experiences. Some were good others were bad, but actually only a few of them were memorable as Friday, January 28th 2011 commonly known by some people as Friday of Anger. However, I wasn't from the millions who were protesting in Tahrir Square, or running for their lives from anti-riot police. On the contrary, I was sitting safely at home worriedly watching TV and hoping that everything will settle to a safe harbor. While I was watching the horrors that were taking place, I saw the headless body of a young man about the same age as myself lying by the side of the road ignored as if it was part of the asphalt. It was this scene that made me question my position amongst all this. It left me thinking whether this youth deserved to die this way just because he was demanding his right to be free? I didn't hesitate much when I decided that I should join the protestors in Tahrir. At this point I didn't know whether I was thinking rationally enough to take this decision or if I will return home safe. But to be honest I didn't care. After all, if others got to risk their lives then why should mine stay safe? Since then I started to value the voice that Tahrir Square has given me, the voice that I used to shout out the call of liberty and sing the national anthem in unison with millions of other proud Egyptian voices in Tahrir, the voice that brought an end to 30 years of tyranny, the voice that has retaliated for the death of hundreds of martyrs that have fallen while fighting for freedom. It made me capable of leaving a signature in this world and showed that my existence does matter after all. I believe that this voice will help me fight for a change. A change that will in turn result in a better world, country and future for my kids. This is what Tahrir Square taught me and this is why my voice matters to me so much.
thank you
In my relatively short life of seventeen years I have been through a lot of experiences. Some were good others were bad, but actually only a few of them were memorable as Friday, January 28th 2011 commonly known by some people as Friday of Anger. However, I wasn't from the millions who were protesting in Tahrir Square, or running for their lives from anti-riot police. On the contrary, I was sitting safely at home worriedly watching TV and hoping that everything will settle to a safe harbor. While I was watching the horrors that were taking place, I saw the headless body of a young man about the same age as myself lying by the side of the road ignored as if it was part of the asphalt. It was this scene that made me question my position amongst all this. It left me thinking whether this youth deserved to die this way just because he was demanding his right to be free? I didn't hesitate much when I decided that I should join the protestors in Tahrir. At this point I didn't know whether I was thinking rationally enough to take this decision or if I will return home safe. But to be honest I didn't care. After all, if others got to risk their lives then why should mine stay safe? Since then I started to value the voice that Tahrir Square has given me, the voice that I used to shout out the call of liberty and sing the national anthem in unison with millions of other proud Egyptian voices in Tahrir, the voice that brought an end to 30 years of tyranny, the voice that has retaliated for the death of hundreds of martyrs that have fallen while fighting for freedom. It made me capable of leaving a signature in this world and showed that my existence does matter after all. I believe that this voice will help me fight for a change. A change that will in turn result in a better world, country and future for my kids. This is what Tahrir Square taught me and this is why my voice matters to me so much.